Wikipedia Poem, No. 66

“I’m / here to follow pages on academics and turn Burt / to a decade / of hits”

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Year went to 
get a
  bunny at Orange 

Oliversity, 
he was dating a musician who 
is fake 

and new 
    and full 
	    of businesses.

I never turned anyone into a pig. 

They’re diversity cooked a 
teaching felt 
lines to become a lawyer. Burt, 

a 
       poetry,
Greg, a papersonic poet, deigned to leave the evening 

with 
his family 
in an inelegant gesture in 2010,

I’m sick of your world
 
his best feature was 
his timing. The 
effect it had on Burt was brutal.

But he 
      said. “I’m 
here to follow pages on academics and turn Burt 

         to a decade 
of hits 
graphic and critical attendances,”

Your men weren’t bad men;

noting 
several bruised 
townhouses with his 

      head.
He already felt a fellow, and 
       Louise Glück, went near to 

long 
breaks of blank white space and the 
       A&E reality network shopped his job

If I wanted only to hold you / I could hold you prisoner.

    leaving 
   his daughter 
drawn on a slow page of 

poetry.
Greg 
        become his family.

Sources: “Louis Gluck 1962-2012“, “Gregory Pardlo, Pulitzer Winner for Poetry, on His Sudden Fame“, Earthbound, NASCAR

Postmodern Sonnet

They. Who? Remixed your soul.
A name chopped past MIRAFYN
Then a number, roughly, an age?
A scratch of photos suggesting a girl. You? Too
Old. 24. We bear the weight unnaming
You of living. Who? Leave this place we will find you
Followers who know better, me
Who cannot figure out why
No better, tho I sure as hell feel it
Come to my bones.

“I so want to touch you
To your face, lips,
Can we get acquainted?”

Wikipedia Poem, No. 65

Eight Aphorisms

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for smokey eyes,
   shadow to 20 days. 
      
7. Time takes from the 
words 
   kai in 
       Dharwad. 
6. Kasuti stripes 
         and bright hues. 
Unnati Silks in stripes and 
wide 
      colors 
      and bright hues.
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You are given one potion
At the beginning of every clash
Another, you choose 
In peacetime, & pay for
With an excise stamp of flesh.

Wikipedia Poem, No. 64

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 63

"HarvardSquar on NyQuil / which time-true for everything all / like the jaw of god"

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sick here
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its third bag

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a vehicle of him

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shit
and

decks
and
C

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not a thing like that

with
them
from beef to Poor

Tony's old hash 
with heads 
legless in

we go up another flight on his old
conversation
finally

score an old Patty citizen-type kid on the nom
studns are
this shatered’be

a big
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and C wants his vehiclass

in the dumsters’always
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in a Pimp an

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NyQuil
finally after night

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neck and was
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the
block

to get
over and up type in
diffrent four-digit. And finally bag we

go to
the
Squar

for that was going would conversession finally and howeverything alone
can get up to a
large degreen

pastures,
got over
no matter

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a big bell
for there yrstruly

petaled an older "if"
stash with Santaclaus ringing
onto a large degreen pastures,

and our mind
we leave to yrstruly
s’like C said fucking like

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which time-true for everything all
like the jaw of god

for sure
and with us
a direction

use a bundle in you diffrent
And bag C
into the Bay

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